grit feat. masyn [prod. dos4vr]

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Lyrics

(yea yea yea)
(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score
Locked in like a b*tch, you been on d*ck, he just my f*ckin kid
Shooter gotta lazy eye, that boy built like f*ckin Sid (Sid the Sloth)
Boy you just my child, you jack my flow, you jack my swag
F*cked your h*e, I’m going dumb, went and bought her birkin bag
Shoutout bro, makin’ bands ha, we been in the trap
I blow it up, like Walter White, We ain’t talkin’ breakin bad

(Spents Verse)
Big A*s strap like Al Capone
Tame a B*tch like Minecraft Bone
Run up in your F*ckin* home (On God)
Yea, I’m thinking with the K
Brodie keep on playing with me we gon’ up sh*t in his face
(Bright and Spents)
I up the fye, dump the mag, B*tch I like to spray
H-H-Hop out while it’s bright we doin sh*t right in broad day
Sh*t I know that I’m the kid, I done paved the f*ckin way
G-Got your B*tch she in my Trackhawk and she trying to give me face

(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score

(Freemason Verse)
B*tch best believe I’m touching provolone
Me and my boys on that block, yea that’s the wave I’m on
If I call my gang, they up that Glock cause they be moving wrong
If I walk around I’m with that knock no I don’t move alone (B*tch!)
Dunk that b*tch from 10 feet out I feel like Karl Malone (Oh let’s go!)
On that block I air it out, I spray like new cologne (Soray it out!)
Yea! Up in France I’m up in Pavyllon (F*ck they talking about !)
Yea, I slide dolo walk this path alone (Slide dolo!)
Black out Maybach
On my way back
B*tch don’t say that
I get up in my bag 
B*tch I really count cash (Say what!)
B*tch I really tote gat (Say what!)
B*tch I really smoke gas (Say what!)
B*tch I’m first and you last (Say what!)

(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score

al capone

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Is it true that you switchin' sides I got bad hoes tryna fuck on live
He want smoke with me, 
he get cut like pie I just popped a molly, 
I might fuckin' die I got money hands,
I got money xans Don't got many friends,
I don't got many friends
When I pop a molly,
I do my gritty dance He gon' try to backdoor,
he is not ya mans

When I pop out with that fully,
It get ugly Yeah my shawty hella bad,
I know she love me Roll me up a 3.5,
I know it's musty I know I can do this shit,
I'm feelin' lucky I just wan be dead,
I just wan be dead I just need some head,
I just need some head Shawty give me brain,
you heard what I said Better off Alive,
but I'm better dead

Is it true that you switchin' sides I got bad hoes tryna fuck on live
He want smoke with me, 
he get cut like pie I just popped a molly, 
I might fuckin' die I got money hands,
I got money xans Don't got many friends,
I don't got many friends
When I pop a molly,
I do my gritty dance He gon' try to backdoor,
he is not ya mans

When I pop out with that fully,
It get ugly Yeah my shawty hella bad,
I know she love me Roll me up a 3.5,
I know it's musty I know I can do this shit,
I'm feelin' lucky

Money Hands

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LILYCHOUCHOU (mvvi)

molly in me on the floor
i been gettin higher
molly in me on the floor
i been gettin higher
molly in me on the floor
i been gettin higher
molly in my coupe door
i been gettin flya
for me
i put everything i got on bitch i put it on for me
i am god enmatched with blood on bowie crushed up pill my sleeve
i would do all that i could for you to let me nod in peace
i got rocks all on my wrist same color rocks all on my feet

rockin white rocks i got white jeans on they match the pill i swallow
you invest everything in ur own self bitch and u still hollow
id rather be a retarded and a  faggot than a bitch
i got razor blades stuffed in my shoes i pull out at the ward
i got purple blade i jab into you walk around wit sword
mixing everything i got i have a seizure cus im bored
i put molly all up in me then i throw up on the floor
i put molly all up in me then i throw up on the 
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molly in me on the floor
im gettin higher
molly in me on the floor
i been gettin higher
molly in me on the floor
i been gettin higher
molly in my coupe door
i been gettin flya
for me
i put everything i got on bitch i put it on for me
i am god enmatched with blood on bowie crushed up pill my sleeve
i would do all that i could for you to let me nod in peace
i got rocks all on my wrist same color rocks all on my